Chapter 433 The Life of a Perverted Murderer

Qing Huan frowned and looked at Shi Mo.

Shi Mo just stood there, staring at her motionlessly, without even changing his facial expression.

Qing Huan once wondered whether Shi Mo didn't understand what she said, or whether Shi Mo had completely gone crazy.

She called Shi Mo's name twice again, and Shi Mo blinked.

The elegant young man tilted his head: "Xingxing is dead?"

Qing Huan nodded with red eyes: "Yes, I know you can't accept it, but this is the fact."

Shi Mo: "Xingxing is dead?"

Qing Huan: "...Yes, you..."

Shi Mo suddenly raised his hand, signaling Qing Huan to shut up, and then he waved at Qing Huan:

"Really? Hand your phone over to me so I can take a closer look."

Qing Huan was so happy that she ignored the vague sense of weirdness.

As she approached, she said silently: "I know you don't want to believe it, and I don't want to believe it either...you..."

Her voice suddenly stopped in her throat.

When she was completely off guard, Shi Mo thrust the scalpel straight into her heart without hesitation.

Qing Huan widened her eyes and looked at Shi Mo, and saw his still elegant expression with a smile.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Sister Qinghuan. You must be crazy. You can say something like Xingxing is dead so casually. Your heart must be dark." Shi Mo murmured.

Qing Huan's body fell down.

Shi Mo straightened her body, half-knelt beside her, and quickly cut open Qing Huan's chest with the knife.

His movements were still as clean and neat as before, and extremely skillful.

But when he made the last cut, his hands were shaking and he made a wrong move.

It must be a lie, it must be a lie.

Shi Mo shook his head and looked at the heart in Qinghuan's chest.

It’s red. Why is it red?

Is the person who says that the stars are dead worthy of having a red heart?

"My star will never die...never die. I will still take care of her until she is 18 years old...I will still watch her grow up.

"She also promised me that she would always be here, so you are a liar, and liars should have their hearts dug out and die completely..."

Shi Mo raised the scalpel high, and just as the knife was about to pierce Qing Huan's heart, suddenly, his wrist was grabbed.

Qing Huan suddenly opened her eyes and raised her hand to grab Shi Mo's hand.

Shi Mo's pupils, which seemed to remain unchanged for thousands of years, finally shook violently.

The woman whose chest he had opened actually sat up from the ground.

The wound on his chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Qing Huan's expression was inhuman and cold, and full of malicious mockery:

"Very good, it seems that he is really crazy."

Although Shi Mo killed her, she did not decide to kill Shi Mo.

Because the current Shi Mo is different from the previous Xie Zi Prison.

Xie Ziyu has control over his emotions and will obviously not turn into a violent and bloodthirsty lunatic.

But Shi Mo was different, he looked completely crazy.

Then Qing Huan would of course send Shi Mo out to let him create his value in the outside world.

Fulfilling his original life as a psychopathic murderer.

"Xingxing is dead." She looked into Shi Mo's eyes, smiled, and said every word.

This voice was like a spell, tightly entangled in Shi Mo's brain, heart, and blood.

"I killed it with my own hands. It was so small, and it was still calling me brother before it died. So what do you think? Are you heartbroken? Are you sad? Then do what you should do and make everyone suffer."

As she spoke, she used the invisible power of darkness to tie up Shi Mo tightly.

The handsome and elegant face began to crack little by little, like a perfect work of art shattered from the inside.

"Liar, liar..." He just kept repeating these two words, his body twitching as he tried to struggle but to no avail.

The dark malevolence surged towards him like a tide, madly arousing the morbidity in his heart.

If you dig out everyone's hearts, can you get a star in return?

How could his little star, a little star with a perfect heart, die? Impossible...

Shi Mo didn't realize when he was taken to the helicopter.

The rumbling sound of the propellers in his ears made his heart ache.

In the photo that Qinghuan showed him, the star lying in a pool of blood flashed before his eyes one by one.

Fake, everything is fake.

When Shi Mo came to his senses, his hands were already soaked in blood.

A sharp scream rang in my ears.

He looked around and found that he had left the island without knowing when.

And here was the familiar street of Beijing.

This crazy, perverted murderer actually dug out a person's heart in public!

People screamed and fled.

A police car was speeding towards us from a distance, sirens blaring.

Shi Mo narrowed his eyes and began to hide subconsciously.

He has strong anti-detection capabilities and good acting skills. It won't be a problem for him to escape from here.

But just as he took two steps towards the alley not far away, a black car suddenly stopped beside him.

The car window opened a little, and a tranquilizer gun was shot out, piercing Shi Mo's arm directly.

His body swayed, then he fell straight down and was dragged into the black car.

The black car sped away.

Leaving behind a bloody scene, the police arrived quickly but could not find the criminal.